my detox...

I've decided to "cleanse" my life. I've decided that I don't need people in my life who don't love me for me and who don't trust me and believe in me. I need people who love my family (all of my family) and friends (my fabulous friends). I'm a thirty-something wife and mother who doesn't have time for immature people who lie, back-stab, and can't communicate like an adult. I try to live my life the way I want my children to live their lives, peacefully, lovingly, happily, positive, and with an open heart. I can't afford to have people in my life and around my children who don't live their lives the same way. So, I'm cleansing. Detoxifying. And starting new.

pre-k rocks....

Oliver loves his new school. He enjoys his new friends and loves his new teacher. The last 3 years he attended the district childcare. It was a school/daycare. We loved his teachers and he did too, but he really hated going. Everyday for 3 years was a struggle every morning. He would cry and cry and cry. Mike and I would drop him off together and have to literally sneak out while they distracted him. It was HORRIBLE to say the least. Last year, he would tell us at night, " I don't like school" and "I don't want to go" and "______ is really mean and I don't want to go back." It broke our hearts. Luckily, he only went part-time last year (since my mother and mother-in-law were able to watch him too).

I recently read and article written by a mother/teacher whose son had out-of-the-normal behavior problems at his daycare and as soon as they changed day cares, he changed. No more problems and no more sadness.

Oliver's class is small, his classroom is organized, and his teacher has been teaching a long time. She seems sweet, calm, and loving. I think it's going to be a great year for Oliver. As Michael put it, "this is going to be Oliver's first GREAT teacher and she's going to leave a lasting impression". I think we all have that first great teacher we remember and I'm so glad Oliver will too.

Thanks Mrs. Wagner and thanks Ms. Brown.

the wheels on the school bus...

Oliver is about to start Pre-K and every time I think about it and talk about it, I cry. I'm tearing up as I write this. I just can't believe that same little 7 lb boy I gave birth to 4 years ago is officially starting real school. I'm so excited for him and he's truly excited too. He wants to know everything about his new class. "Will there be new toys?" "How many teachers will I have, 1, 2, 3?" "Will there be new cups?" "What color is my teacher's hair?" "What color is her shirt, purple with white dots?" "Where is the bathroom?" "What color is the TV, black or white?" The list goes on and on. I just can't get over the fact that he's a "big boy". He'll always be my baby Oliver.